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Special thanks to: lemon hater for the tip on the wrong uploaded doc, and to that other person for telling me abt the paragraph spacing. I havent gotten to write in a long time cuz of my exams and cuz I wuz on a trip visiting family..it was like being in prison...no computer!! Wahh!!! Ok, enuf of my rambling..hope u enjoy the second chapter to my story.
Chapter 2
Harry was in total shock. He couldn't move and was pretty sure he wasn't breathing. He had just kissed his best friend Hermione. Tears rolled down her face as she opened her mouth to say something. Harry didn't know what came over him, but in one swift motion he moved towards Hermione and once again his lips were upon hers. He could feel every warm tear and only pulled back for air. "Ha..Harry, I...I'm so sorry," Hermione sobbed. 'what am I doing?? I can't have him, I just cant, he's my best friend, not my boyfriend! I have to leave, I cant see him anymore..' Before Harry could even react, she dashed off towards the castle sniffling with every step. Harry was felt frozen again. He stood there in the cold, dark grounds of the castle and thought he'd never move again. If Voldemort himself came and tried to attack him, Harry knew he wouldn't be able to move, let alone defend himself. 'Voldemort,..if he ever found out about Hermione, I'd never forgive myself..I cant have her..the one thing I desire,...if she was ever with me, her life would be in danger, people I love always get hurt..Sirius, mom, dad,..' Harry stood in the same spot for quite some time before he noticed frost forming on the lawn and hurried up to the Griffindor common room. He didn't know where Hermione was but he prayed she would be alright. He looked around the common room and tried to get up to the girls dorms, but once again had to be reminded that boys couldn't get up there. Harry sighed in defeat and leaned back on his bed until sleep took him away from the sounds of Seamus and Ron's snores. "Get it over with Harry, kill me,..go on, isnt it worth the sacrifice of your little girlfriend? Think about all the people you'd save,..do it, or save your girlfriend and let the others die..kill me..kill the girl,.." Voldemort was speaking through Hermione. Harry could see her once sparkling brown eyes were clouded with Voldemort's malice. Hermione had her arms strecthed out and she was floating a few feet above him. Harry's scar burned with pain he had never experienced before and all Harry could do was scream "NO!! PLEASE LET HER GO!". Harry was covered in mud and his own blood. He had a broken leg, felt helpless and wanted to die.Voldemort was taunting him with Hermione's life. He had to either kill Voldemort and in the process lose the one thing he cared about more than his life, or let his friends Ron, Luna and Neville standing behind him die at the hands of a posessed Hermione. 'No!!!! Let her GO!!!" "Kill me Harry..kill me.." "HARRY, WAKE UP MATE!" a voice called. Harry bolted upright out of his dream screaming and clutching his scar, "NO, NOT HER!" "Harry, what happened? Are you alright?" Harry looked up to find the shadowy figure of Ron looming over him with a look of concern on his face. Harry was in a cold sweat and his sheets where twisted in every direction around him. "h..he...was going to kill her..and you..no.." "What are you talking about mate? You gave us a good scare with all your screaming,..I had to use the silencing spell on you before you woke the entire castle!" "Voldemort,.." Harry was desperatly trying to get his words out despite his tears. "Voldemort was possessing Hermione,...h..he..was telling me to kill him, but if I did, I would end up taking Hermione's life..he was using her body to talk, just the way he did at the ministry last year.. he used my body to speak to Dumbledore. The only way Dumbledore could kill him was to kill me as well..ARGHH!" Harry's scar burned once again, and he felt like his head was being split in two. "Harry, you have to see Dumbledore, he'll sort you out," "no, it was just a dream,..thank god...it was just a dream.." Ron looked extreamly scared and worried. Harry told him to go back to bed and reassured him he would be fine, and pretended to sleep until he was sure Ron was asleep. The dream had felt so real. He felt the pain coursing through his body, mentally and physically. This dream was too real. It felt like a vision, but it was more like a dream; he hoped. His dream only told him once more to stay away from Hermione, if he cared about her. She would only get hurt if she was with him in the way he wanted her to be with him. Harry lay wide awake as he kept thinking about the dream and Hermione. Dawn had arrived and Harry could hear Ron and Dean stretching and yawning. Harry decided to follow suit, as to not make Ron worry. Harry was the first out of bed at 6:30 and decided he needed a warm shower. He didn't feel like talking to anyone that day. After his shower, he got dressed and headed down to the dark common room. It was still quite early and Harry knew Hermione usually got up early to go to the common room and read ahead for classes. He might be able to catch up with her and talk about what happened last night. Harry sat down on his favorite chair beside the warm fire and opened his 'Quidditch Throughout the Ages' book when a voice called out. "Harry?" It was Hermione. Harry tripped and nearly fell over trying to stand up and walk over to her. Hermione's eyes looked worried and saddened.
"Hermione, about last night,..I ..um, I'm sorry, and if you never want to see me again, I understand," Harry managed to studder. Without another word, Hermione kissed him. "it's alright Harry..I was afraid that I disappointed you. You thought that girl in the mask was someone different and probably prettier and well you..k..kissed me instead," "actually, I was hoping it was you.." Harry replied. Hermione smiled and hugged him. "thank you Harry. Did you happen to hear that boy screaming yesterday? Everyone was really scared," "um,...yeah, well," Harry contemplated telling her about his dream. If he told her, she would be terrified, yet he knew the consequences of keeping things from people. He kept his visions from Dumbledore, and it eventually lead to Sirius' death. "It was me,..I had this dream that Voldemort was possessing you and he was speaking through you...he was telling me to kill him, but if I did, you would be sacrificed in the process. I couldn't lose you Hermione, I cant. I'd kill myself if you were ever in that position. This dream didn't seem like a regular dream though, it was half way between a vision and a dream..my scar burned like never before as well." Hermione was speechless. Tears were forming at the sides of her eyes, as she heard his story. Her thoughts were confirmed; the one person she wanted to be with and loved so compleately and suddenly, was the one person she couldn't be with. "Hermione, you have to stay away from me, if you're near me, he'll kill you. He's already gotten everyone I loved. My parents, Sirius, and I won't lose you as well." Hermione swallowed her tears back and said firmly, "No. You need me to help fight with you. You know you wouldn't have survived first year without me. I'm not leaving you." Harry tried to argue his point again, but Hermione wouldn't hear of it. She wanted to stay by him, and inside, he knew he needed her. She was his air supply; she alone understood him completely. Suddenly, Harry's scar prickled, and his hand flew up to clutch it. He heard a voice call, "Harry, don't make me wait, you know I don't like waiting,.." He bolted upright and held Hermione close. She had heard the voice too. It seemed so familiar.
Special thanks to: lemon hater for the tip on the wrong uploaded doc, and to that other person for telling me abt the paragraph spacing. I havent gotten to write in a long time cuz of my exams and cuz I wuz on a trip visiting family..it was like being in prison...no computer!! Wahh!!! Ok, enuf of my rambling..hope u enjoy the second chapter to my story.
Chapter 2
Harry was in total shock. He couldn't move and was pretty sure he wasn't breathing. He had just kissed his best friend Hermione. Tears rolled down her face as she opened her mouth to say something. Harry didn't know what came over him, but in one swift motion he moved towards Hermione and once again his lips were upon hers. He could feel every warm tear and only pulled back for air. "Ha..Harry, I...I'm so sorry," Hermione sobbed. 'what am I doing?? I can't have him, I just cant, he's my best friend, not my boyfriend! I have to leave, I cant see him anymore..' Before Harry could even react, she dashed off towards the castle sniffling with every step. Harry was felt frozen again. He stood there in the cold, dark grounds of the castle and thought he'd never move again. If Voldemort himself came and tried to attack him, Harry knew he wouldn't be able to move, let alone defend himself. 'Voldemort,..if he ever found out about Hermione, I'd never forgive myself..I cant have her..the one thing I desire,...if she was ever with me, her life would be in danger, people I love always get hurt..Sirius, mom, dad,..' Harry stood in the same spot for quite some time before he noticed frost forming on the lawn and hurried up to the Griffindor common room. He didn't know where Hermione was but he prayed she would be alright. He looked around the common room and tried to get up to the girls dorms, but once again had to be reminded that boys couldn't get up there. Harry sighed in defeat and leaned back on his bed until sleep took him away from the sounds of Seamus and Ron's snores. "Get it over with Harry, kill me,..go on, isnt it worth the sacrifice of your little girlfriend? Think about all the people you'd save,..do it, or save your girlfriend and let the others die..kill me..kill the girl,.." Voldemort was speaking through Hermione. Harry could see her once sparkling brown eyes were clouded with Voldemort's malice. Hermione had her arms strecthed out and she was floating a few feet above him. Harry's scar burned with pain he had never experienced before and all Harry could do was scream "NO!! PLEASE LET HER GO!". Harry was covered in mud and his own blood. He had a broken leg, felt helpless and wanted to die.Voldemort was taunting him with Hermione's life. He had to either kill Voldemort and in the process lose the one thing he cared about more than his life, or let his friends Ron, Luna and Neville standing behind him die at the hands of a posessed Hermione. 'No!!!! Let her GO!!!" "Kill me Harry..kill me.." "HARRY, WAKE UP MATE!" a voice called. Harry bolted upright out of his dream screaming and clutching his scar, "NO, NOT HER!" "Harry, what happened? Are you alright?" Harry looked up to find the shadowy figure of Ron looming over him with a look of concern on his face. Harry was in a cold sweat and his sheets where twisted in every direction around him. "h..he...was going to kill her..and you..no.." "What are you talking about mate? You gave us a good scare with all your screaming,..I had to use the silencing spell on you before you woke the entire castle!" "Voldemort,.." Harry was desperatly trying to get his words out despite his tears. "Voldemort was possessing Hermione,...h..he..was telling me to kill him, but if I did, I would end up taking Hermione's life..he was using her body to talk, just the way he did at the ministry last year.. he used my body to speak to Dumbledore. The only way Dumbledore could kill him was to kill me as well..ARGHH!" Harry's scar burned once again, and he felt like his head was being split in two. "Harry, you have to see Dumbledore, he'll sort you out," "no, it was just a dream,..thank god...it was just a dream.." Ron looked extreamly scared and worried. Harry told him to go back to bed and reassured him he would be fine, and pretended to sleep until he was sure Ron was asleep. The dream had felt so real. He felt the pain coursing through his body, mentally and physically. This dream was too real. It felt like a vision, but it was more like a dream; he hoped. His dream only told him once more to stay away from Hermione, if he cared about her. She would only get hurt if she was with him in the way he wanted her to be with him. Harry lay wide awake as he kept thinking about the dream and Hermione. Dawn had arrived and Harry could hear Ron and Dean stretching and yawning. Harry decided to follow suit, as to not make Ron worry. Harry was the first out of bed at 6:30 and decided he needed a warm shower. He didn't feel like talking to anyone that day. After his shower, he got dressed and headed down to the dark common room. It was still quite early and Harry knew Hermione usually got up early to go to the common room and read ahead for classes. He might be able to catch up with her and talk about what happened last night. Harry sat down on his favorite chair beside the warm fire and opened his 'Quidditch Throughout the Ages' book when a voice called out. "Harry?" It was Hermione. Harry tripped and nearly fell over trying to stand up and walk over to her. Hermione's eyes looked worried and saddened.
"Hermione, about last night,..I ..um, I'm sorry, and if you never want to see me again, I understand," Harry managed to studder. Without another word, Hermione kissed him. "it's alright Harry..I was afraid that I disappointed you. You thought that girl in the mask was someone different and probably prettier and well you..k..kissed me instead," "actually, I was hoping it was you.." Harry replied. Hermione smiled and hugged him. "thank you Harry. Did you happen to hear that boy screaming yesterday? Everyone was really scared," "um,...yeah, well," Harry contemplated telling her about his dream. If he told her, she would be terrified, yet he knew the consequences of keeping things from people. He kept his visions from Dumbledore, and it eventually lead to Sirius' death. "It was me,..I had this dream that Voldemort was possessing you and he was speaking through you...he was telling me to kill him, but if I did, you would be sacrificed in the process. I couldn't lose you Hermione, I cant. I'd kill myself if you were ever in that position. This dream didn't seem like a regular dream though, it was half way between a vision and a dream..my scar burned like never before as well." Hermione was speechless. Tears were forming at the sides of her eyes, as she heard his story. Her thoughts were confirmed; the one person she wanted to be with and loved so compleately and suddenly, was the one person she couldn't be with. "Hermione, you have to stay away from me, if you're near me, he'll kill you. He's already gotten everyone I loved. My parents, Sirius, and I won't lose you as well." Hermione swallowed her tears back and said firmly, "No. You need me to help fight with you. You know you wouldn't have survived first year without me. I'm not leaving you." Harry tried to argue his point again, but Hermione wouldn't hear of it. She wanted to stay by him, and inside, he knew he needed her. She was his air supply; she alone understood him completely. Suddenly, Harry's scar prickled, and his hand flew up to clutch it. He heard a voice call, "Harry, don't make me wait, you know I don't like waiting,.." He bolted upright and held Hermione close. She had heard the voice too. It seemed so familiar.